Chapter 37
Lower River Village had beautiful scenery—but terrible people. It was just after the midday rest. Villagers lounged in the shade, […]
Lower River Village had beautiful scenery—but terrible people. It was just after the midday rest. Villagers lounged in the shade, […]
When Shi Wuxiang returned home, the first thing he saw was the pile of flatbreads on the table. It was
Most of his customers came at very specific times—either early in the morning before heading off to work, or slightly
When Meng Xizhao left the Ministry residence, the Crown Prince was also just leaving Huanning Hall. After performing an act
Meng Jiuyu silently stared at his son. The boy had one eyebrow raised, clearly enjoying the show, practically wearing “I’m
Meng Xi Zhao opened his mouth, as though searching for something to say. “This subject… encountered Grand Tutor Gan outside
The Chu Heavenly Secret Realm had no concept of day or night. Chu Mingwei glanced at the timepiece in his
Two days later, a streak of light shot across the sky. Closely trailing behind that radiance was a small, pink
The Chu Tian Secret Realm had unexpectedly opened ahead of time. Cultivators across the world had originally believed that, due
The incoming figure moved with astonishing speed—so fast that in the blink of an eye, he was already in front
“One hundred high-grade spirit stones.” “One hundred fifty.” “Two hundred.” In one corner of the marketplace, Xiao Lingyu and Kun
News that the Illusory Demon Realm had sent people into the secret realm quickly caused a huge stir among both
After sending Cui Ye off, Meng Xi Zhao did not remain idle either. He had originally planned to call in
From the time Su Ruocun entered the palace until now, it had been only four months at most. Although she
Emperor Tianshou still sat motionless at the head of his bed. If this were an illustrated tale, his brilliance would
This fever was caused by overusing his gland, combined with chronic mental strain and exhaustion, which led to a disorder
Yan Yi’s suit vest and polka-dot tie lay discarded to one side; his French-collar shirt was half-unbuttoned, and the pale
Yan Yi seemed to instinctively know how to carry himself in grand or formal settings, walking naturally at Lu Shangjin’s
Morning. Yuan Zhao stood under the eaves, looking at the spacious and beautiful courtyard. His whole body felt relaxed. Even
It rained steadily through the night. Fortunately, Shi Wuxiang didn’t need to go into town today—otherwise, he would have had